with COLIN (aged14 months)
High spaces, free and contained -
embraces, sacred and profane.
Each moment a change;
change the instant
start anew.
Fresh breezes, shrill streams
chimes ringing -
the baby smiles –
he shares
none of my amazement;
constantly amazed
his is affirmation.
He laughs, picks up a new toy.
I relax -
immersed in the present.
Spaces
free and contained.
Malcolm Evison
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another poem, freshly unearthed from the archives, THE GIFT, can be read on Archive Mined and Freshly Spun
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